Meanwhile ...

Bellers lose cherry at last

Lily's Poo 1
(Bellamy 64th)

Blackburn 1
(McCarthy 17th)

No Kuytus for these 90 minutes, only a bunch of wankers trying very hard to split the difference. Where was God when you needed him? Only Rafa knows ...

Poo stumbled on the 17th minute, caught spreadeagled by ex-Gooner Bentley's excellent cross and Swarthy McCarthy nailed it right where it had to hurt.

Poo fought back - valiantly, spearheaded by an increasingly manic Bellers desperate to lose his cherry before he got too old at Anfield.

Crouchie was wasteful - getting into great positions but refusing to put it in, the tease! Stevie G was huffing and puffing away like the game lad but to very little effect. It took another of Fabio Aurelio's superb crosses for Bellers to finally rid himself of that monkey on his back in the 64th minute.

Lily's Poo need to get their groove back. Their title challenge this year is under threat not by improved opponents but rather seemingly by their own inner demons.


Cech c(r)ashed, maybe out for months

Reading 0


Chelshite 1
(McCarthy 17th)

As much as I detest the Stamford Bridge Shites, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Petr Cech. One of the best goalies I've seen, he is probably one of the main reasons Moanrinho gets so cocky.

Petr Cech was knocked out by a knee from Reading's Stephen Hunt in the first minute of the game - practically sending the Chelshite manager into orbit. Only this time Mourinho's anger and concern is justified.

Cech is reportedly looking at his next game in 2007 after a neurosurgery on Saturday night for a depresed fracture in his skull. While the injury is serious, it is a fairly commonplace result of collision to the head.

Chelsea's replacement keeper Carlo Cudicini was also bundled out of the game by this time by Ibrahima Sonko with only 2 minutes to go - which was covered by John Terry in goal.

Drama aside, the football was crap though. Despite fielding the most expensive team in Britain, Chelsea's only goal was a double-ricochet from a Frank Lampard free-kick in the 45th minute, bizarrely accredited to the Reading keeper as an own goal.

And there I was for the last 20 years or so thinking that a goalkeeper can never be adjudged as scoring an own goal unless he turns around and kicks it directly in.

Hardly convincing stuff especially when Reading hit the post and looked good for at least a point.

Then again, since the 60s had passed us by, when has Chelshite been stylish anyway?